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AS ‘LUCK’ WOULD HAVE IT.


“Did you pray?” asked dad, when Ramesh was getting ready for the interview. He had applied for an accountant’s position in a private firm.

“Yes dad, now let me hurry, it’s getting late,” said Ramesh, and got down from the lift of his multi story apartment and paused for a second below his apartment block to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. 

He was wearing black pants and a bright white shirt, neatly pressed for this special occasion.

Unknown to him, in another flat in the same complex, ‘House warming’ ceremony had just taken place. A reluctant cow had been brought all the way to the fourth floor, as it is considered auspicious.

The function just completed, some nearby residents wanted the cow dung in the corridor to be disposed off immediately, brooking no delay. The harried maid who had been working since early hours thought it fit to just fling it down, exactly where Ramesh was standing that time.

 Thus it was that the enraged Ramesh got a cowdung splotch on his white shirt front. Since it was already late, he thought it prudent to inform his interviewers of his predicament and buy some time.

Meanwhile, the M.D of the recruiting firm, who was personally interviewing the candidates was getting frustrated that no candidate so far was matching his expectations. A great believer in auspicious signs and times, he wanted to see some auspicious sign while recruiting for such a key post.

“Sir”, said his secretary, “A candidate called Ramesh just called...he said he got delayed a bit...”

“What’s the use of a guy who can’t arrive punctually even for his interview?” thundered the boss.

“Sir, it appears that cow dung fell on his dress accidentally when he had just started….”

“What! Cow dung on his dress! Sooooo auspicious!!!” said the M.D and added, “Call him and tell him he is recruited,”

“But sir…” started the secretary.

“No buts, just do as I say,” said the M.D

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